Sherlock Story

Forgotten Memories, Chapter 137

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"… Should a pawn get all the way across the board to reach the opponent's edge of the table, it will be promoted. The pawn may now become any piece that the moving player desires, except a king or pawn..."

… The Promotion of the Pawn… Part II…

"May the forces of evil become confused on the way to your house."

~George Carlin

Refers to chapter 122

Current Day

Current Time

She slowly walked around the open space. Everyone had been through triage. It was her job to determine the priority of the patients' treatments based on the severity of their condition and presenting symptoms. She would also help to administer medical care. She had just finished with the last of her patients, and charted their progress. She was officially off duty but she had stayed to help until all of the patients had undergone triage. The urgent patients were already in rooms or cubicles to be seen. One was taken straight to the surgical theater.

Nurse Abbey waved at a little girl who was sitting with her mother. Earlier, she had been given a pink surgical mask because she was coughing. The little girl leaned heavily on her Mum as she shyly waved back. There were only a few scattered, non-urgent patients here and there left.

Nurse Abbey now walked slowly to the back of the desk with the other staff. It was quiet now. She plopped herself tiredly in the chair.

Her friend smiled at her. "How are you?"

"Knackered. I thought that I would rest for a few minutes before I move; besides Peter said to wait here. He's on his way. We'll take the Tube home together." Abbey looked around and frowned. Everyone from her shift was still there, as well as a few persons from other units that she knew.

She puckered her brow. "It seems that no one wants to leave today."

Her friend chuckled. Abbey thought that it sounded slightly nervous. She quickly dismissed the thought; she was tired. Her imagination was probably getting the better of her. A couple in the back of the large room whispered a conversation. The quiet lull was familiar and soothing.

Her attention was turned to a delivery boy who walked up to one of the medical workers. She noticed that they pointed to her. She looked at the bouquet of roses. They were a mixture of varied shades of yellow, her favorite color. They were exquisite.

Peter, she thought. A smile lit her face.

She took the flower and blushed when she noticed the smiles and curious stares that looked her way.

She now noticed two things, the flowers were in an expensive looking vase, and a small box was also given to her. She thought about the fact that they could not afford the vase, but what was done was done. She smiled. It was pretty.

"Are you gonna open it?" Her friend asked exasperated.

"Oh," She said as the blush returned. She unwrapped the package and stopped. Her friend did not try to hide the fact that she was curious; she stretched her body while still seated in hopes of a better view.

Abbey stopped confused. She reached inside the box and frowned. She picked up a new Smartphone. It was a much better model than her old one. She wondered about the mobile when it rang.

Abbey frowned.

"Is everything okay?" Her friend asked suddenly concerned.

"Oh. Yes. I'll be just a moment." Abbey ignored several stares as she walked far enough away to have a private conversation.

"Hello," Abbey said cautiously.

"I owed you a phone. I hope that you don't mind. I upgraded the model. You will not need to make a payment for the next twelve months. A yellow phone cover will arrive in a week." A deep baritone voice was on the other phone line.

Abbey's voice was annoyed. "Mr. Smith, doing better, or can I use your real name Mr. Holmes. I do watch the telly you know."

An amused voice answered. "Sherlock is fine."

The annoyance left Abbey's voice, amusement took its place. She whispered conspiratorially. "Need some advice on something medical, or is this more personal? Are you in a mood to send me to sleep again? Should I be alarmed, is there someone running around with a syringe who is ready to drug me?"

Sherlock hesitated slightly. "That was regrettable but necessary. I hope that there are no lasting effects, physical or otherwise."

Abbey snorted openly. "The only thing traumatic was my snoring. I took a nap. You know, you could have just asked. I can act. I'll have you know that I was Joan of Arc in primary school two years in a row."

"If only I had known." His voice sounded amused.

Abbey voice took on a serious tone. "I think that I can forgive you, the beautiful flowers helped. Especially since you save my life, and the life of everyone in that hospital."

"Not quite everyone I'm afraid."

Abbey frowned as her fingers pushed a stray piece of hair behind her ears. "Someone explained to me what happened. It was…" She searched for a word, but there was none. "… difficult. There are many people who owe you their life, including myself. Thank you."

There was a moment of comfortable silence.

"Well, I'd better be off."

Abbey smiled. "Take care of yourself."

"I'll make an attempt." There was a brief pause. "By the way, congratulations."

The mobile line disconnected before Abbey could ask what he meant. She exhaled and smiled. "Well."

She turned around and walked toward the desk. She saw a medical worker point in her direction. She was certainly popular today, she thought. She looked curiously, as she walked toward the woman.

"Can I help you?" Abbey asked as she extended her arm.

A false smile came into place. "Kitty Riley from the Star."

"The Star? How can I help you?" Abbey could not keep the confusion out of her voice.

"Just a few quick questions. There is unconfirmed reports that you were physically assaulted by one, Sherlock Holmes. There are reports that he might have gone as far as drugging you." Riley took a step closer so that only Abbey could hear. "If this turns out to be true. There is a substantial… monetary fee that we would pay for the trouble of telling us your story." Riley tried to put on a compassionate look. "In these hard times, I'm sure that the extra money would come in handy." Riley paused for a moment. "All you have to do is confirm."

"Do I understand you right? All I have to do is say that he attacked me and I get the money?" Abbey whispered.

"Yes, that's all." Riley looked hopefully at the young nurse.

"I'm ready to make a statement then." Abbey said with a smile. She noticed her friend and several colleagues quickly coming her way. She also noticed Peter entering the building out of the corner of her eyes.

"Do you mind if I record this," Riley could not keep the smile from her face.

Abbey's friend and several colleagues now stood close. "Is everything alright?" Her friend asked. Peter was walking toward the small group.

"Would you like us to go somewhere more private?" Riley asked.

Abbey smiled. "No, this will only take a minute. Besides, I want everyone to hear."

Riley smile widened as she clicked on the digital recorder. "Whenever you're ready."

"Yes I did have contact with Mr. Holmes during the hostage situation. I willingly assisted him. He saved my life and the life of everyone that was in this hospital on that day. He's a hero."

"What's going on here?" Peter asked Abbey with a questioning look.

"Nothing love," She then looked at Riley. "I look forward to reading my comments tomorrow, in the Star." She then walked away without another word.

Riley clicked off the digital recorder. She had a look of displeasure on her face. She turned around, and then walked to a private corner. "It's me. She is not willing to say anything incriminating about him. She even refused the money."

Riley face turned sour as she listened to the other line. "I can do this."

A sudden commotion behind her grabbed the newspaper reporter's attention. She turned her face to look at the group of cheering medical workers.

Peter was on one knee. He was placing a diamond ring on the finger of a crying Nurse Abbey. The cheers began again along with wishes of congratulations. The happy couple kissed. Helium balloons that said 'Congratulations' materialized, several medical workers held them. Even some of the patients were smiling or clapping their hands.

Riley grounded her teeth together in irritation, her eyes flashed in anger. She suddenly became still. "I have an idea," she said to the person on the other mobile line, as she rapidly walked toward the exit.